I can't decide... I need some help. (Pink Trigger's Power >2499)

I just can't decide... Which of these two witches would be best to appear in a sexy story to determine the true Beatrice? I'd probably be able to make up my mind if it was clear which was the sexy one.

Both of them scoffed, then slowly, slowly looked at each other. Oh? Something funny about this?

"That laugh was for your benefit. For your bad joke," EVA clarified, shutting her eyes. "Ooh! Sexy and generous! Now you have to pick me."

"I was laughing at you, not with you, human," her Predecessor clarified with a mean-spirited grin. "I was not aware I was about to hitch my hopes to a writer who is either blind or else a pedophile!"

"Excuse me?!" EVA barked at her, looking genuinely offended. "Player knows I am eighteen! As an erotic writer, I'm sure he's aware that I am, ahem... aaaall the way past eighteen," she added, putting her arms behind her head and holding her staff there.

"I'm merely taunting him," the taller witch clarified, rolling her eyes. "Learn a thing or two about being a witch before you open your mouth, apprentice. Player is attempting to manipulate the situation so that the two of us are throwing him freebies in a kind of bidding war to earn his favor. There is no reason to rise to that provocation."

"Especially not when you're a busty blonde, so you can just assume you're his type?" Eva asked, smirking like she was thinking of something funny.

"Especially not then." The Golden Witch pushed her impressive breasts up with her arms, focusing on EVA.

"Well, I'm gonna rise right on up to that provocation," EVA said with a wink, walking over to me with swings of her hips to make her skirt sway. When she reached me, she wrapped her arms around one of mine, tilting her head up and looking at me with starry eyes as though she practiced. "Hey, Player... I've actually been waiting a long time to appear in one of your stories. Your writing is so erotic, it totally turns me on... I think I might be able to do all kinds of things, with you behind the pen. Why don't you spend some time with me... We'll see where the night takes us, okay?"

"Truly pathetic to watch," the blonde-haired Beatrice declared, putting on a dignified expression as though she was above it. "No witch should so freely give away her dignity, one of the most precious tools at her disposal. There is a lesson for free. Now, Player..."

The witch strolled over to me and hugged my arm, pressing her ample chest against it and leaning towards me with her undignified grin, like she was sharing a dirty joke. "Go ahead and make that choice, okaaaay? Wasn't there someone you were looking forward to writing a dirty story about that you could finally nut off to, huuuh?" As she spoke lewdly, she bounced her chest against my arm.

"Uh, Player! Don't forget who you brought to the dance, all right?" Feeling like she was losing out, and unable to compete in that arena, EVA held onto her pillbox hat with one hand and her staff with the other (as though dropping either would be losing standing as a witch) and backed her small, tight ass up against the groin of my pants, grinding against me with a randy blush on her face. "If you only get one, it's gotta be me, huuuh?"

...

Having considered these two witches and the great dignity they brought to bear, I made my decision.